myguiltypleasures:

thischaradeisover:(via zeppidemus)

jwalkdontfly:

fifteenfathoms:

thewaterisrising:

cwphoto:

carlisleiq:

One year ago yesterday, my brother came home.
One year ago today, I had to hear my brother slurr his words on drugs for the ten thousandth time.
One year ago today, I wished he didn’t exist.
One year ago tomorrow, I called my brother.
One year ago today, he answered by saying words I’ll never forget.

“Carlee, I have a loaded gun to my head, and I’m going to do it.”

One year ago tomorrow, I pleaded with my brother to keep breathing.
One year later, I sit in the house that it happened.
… And he doesn’t exist.

When I set out for the tattoo shop today, I had something completely different in mind. Something with vines and pretty lettering of my only sibling’s name. I decided against it, and instead had his own handwriting stitched into my skin. I figure, If I’m going to have anything, I want to have something he touched.
… Because that is what he did for me.
And after all, it’s his words that stick with me the closest.

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fuck omg

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 Awwww.

I found this to be ironic, lol. :p

framedphotos:

searchingforalana:

baggedmilk:

One of my favourites. xD

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Oh GEEZ.  xD  lololol.

 I don’t see it, ahhhh!

sarah-182:

danastump:

laughinearlydied:

kittymae:

deadgirls:

sugarspun:

tiresome:existentialcarousel:sakinainwonderland:(via thingsgohazy)

trickistokeepbreathing:

imthecookiemonster:

i really had to poop a lot so that i could be this hot

LOL! i really hope you get sexually violated by a pterodactyl tonight.

 The first one makes me lmfaooo!